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Amirthavarshini Ravikumar

Abstract

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Amirthavarshini Ravikumar

Abstract

Tune Of Soul

Tune Of Soul

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A priceless instrument whichever seen

Its musical scale which sings only for our elation

When we are in the rhyme of sad,

A stick which hits our melody drops into folk steps


When we hear the sound of their smile

We get a reason to cheer

Our heart became honest,

When that harmony hold up us

And this tone is called friendship.


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